|Downtown Lewes, DE fromt he third floor of the hotel where I work|
Here I sit in my cozy little home office (converted from the smallest bedroom in the house) on this quiet, uncomplicated Saturday night. I told you that I was going to uncomplicated my life and I meant it.
I was going to go out tonight for the weekly Friday Night Dine Out gathering of our group of retired gay men (and some not retired - all are welcomed) but I decided not to go because of the drizzly rain and misty fog on the roads. I don't like to travel at night anyway but I really don't want to risk life and limb (and my new car) on the speedway that is Rt. 1 on a Friday night. I live at a beach resort (albeit six miles outside the craziness) and I see the steady stream of all manner of vehicles exceeding the speed limit, racing to get to Rehoboth Beach FOR THE WEEKEND.
This week's restaurant selection was Ruby Tuesday's, an although it is a chain restaurant, the food is pretty good compared to most of the Sysco driven food served at the local restaurants to the tourists (i.e., tourist traps.) The food isn't the main reason I go to the dine out group, but it is nice to have decent eats. I go for the camaraderie that I have with my other OLDER gay friends, mostly couples. We're all past the bar hopping, cursing for a trick days. These days we talk about our latest medical maladies and how we're paying our bills on a fixed income and whether or not we can afford to have that cute guy down the street mow our lawn. I'm sorry I passed on the get together this week, maybe next week we'll have better weather. Spring sure is taking a long time to arrive around these parts.
Thursday I made the visit to my lawyer's office and gave him the information on preparing my new will. I had a hard time getting into his office on the 300 block of Rehoboth Avenue. He had some hot looking construction guys outside tearing the shingles off of his roof, in preparation for a new roof replacement. As I was dodging the shingles being tossed off the roof, I was trying to figure out how to get into the place. One would think that he would have closed his office with all work going on. Talk about a potential for a lawsuit. Having a shingle hit my on the noggin is a lot more than slipping on a grape in the grocery store fruit section. I dodged the flying shingles and made my way into his office, met him, sat at the conference table and took care of business. Now I await the finished product.
|Taking care of business at my lawyer's office|
Last night at work (during a slow period), I completed the booklet titled "What My Family Should Know" which is a book that contains all my pertinent financial information including bank accounts, phone numbers, cemetery lot, doctors' names and phone numbers, IRA's and where they're located, and the combination to my safe. Talk about complicated.
Now the last item on my agenda is my colonoscopy scheduled for the end of this month. Then I'm done. I plan to coast through the summer. In fact I'm going to coast right through the summer to the fall and then November when I hit the big 70.
This morning I was was talking for my former classmate and still good friend and he mentioned that he would be 70 this year and that reminded me....I too will be 70! Hard to believe. What happened to all those years? Pffft! Gone. And that me, soon to be gone. I'm just tidying up the loose ends now.
Now it's time for a show and then I settle down to watching a couple of episodes of "Judge Judy" on my DVR, then some of those chocolate chip cookies I made this afternoon and then to bed. The rain beating against my bedroom windows will take me off to Dreamland tonight and all my worries will be gone.